GingerTripper
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First off, this is my first time posting here. If I break any rules or don't follow the normal form for a thread/post, I apologize. I somehow always end up doing so with forums. But here it goes anyway:
Back in my sophomore year of high school, I first tried weed, and to say the least, it was purely amazing. Before that, I was against highs that didn't involve tripping. My first experience of intoxication EVER was Salvia, then alcohol, and then weed. I discovered what everyone was always talking about. After that first time, I loved it. I started buying at least 3.5-4 grams every week or 2. I was smoking bowls every night. I am definitely not trying to brag, because I do understand there are plenty more people that smoke more than that more often. lol. But to make my point, I was smoking nightly for about a year. Then, I started getting in trouble, but I couldn't stay away. The high made everything better. I was more social, I enjoyed life, I enjoyed everything. Then I took about a year off because I got in so much trouble with my parents, and there was a new testing policy at my job. There was about another year where I was just saving and buying in bulk, but only smoking while drinking at parties. I was the stoner that always brought a jar. Then I saved up for an ounce and a half of Blue Dream for 4/20 in Santa Cruz, and I also dropped about 50mg of 2C-I. That whole day was a blurry, out of body, fucked up trip. I couldn't think, talk, or even attempt to function consciously. I was just watching my body do whatever it wanted to. Then I stopped smoking from April 20th until around halfway through June, where my sister gave me about a quarter ounce. I then dropped about 8mg of DOC, and smoked 3 fat ass joints, and I thought I was going to die. My heart rate went to 210 bpm, and I was blinded by visuals. It was horrifying. At the time, that hell of a trip lasted about 8 or so hours, but to this day, I only remember the first hour or so, and the rest is just a blacked out blur (not healthy, I know). Then, after that experience, I flushed all my weed down the toilet because it just gave me the worst anxiety, and made me feel like I couldn't function on psychedelics as well as I usually can.
I went from mid-June, until August where I started college and smoked weed with some kid on the first weekend. That was the first time I noticed the experience being strange without psychedelics. I didn't talk, and me and the kid ended up watching South Park in my room for a while. Instead of laughing, and enjoying the high, the only thing on my mind was not looking stupid in front of this kid I just met. I just stayed quiet. Then in October, I got weed again, and when I smoked, I just zoned out. Over winter break, I went to my sister's house in Santa Cruz and smoked a bunch while I took 4-AcO-DMT (psilocin), and it was overwhelming. I didn't talk, and I literally went to a visual hell. I felt myself having a heart attack/stroke hybrid, and I was freaking out. I knew the weed was freaking me out because the night before when I used the 4-AcO I was having a blast.
Then, every time I smoked over break, I got anxiety attacks, and I always felt like my throat was tearing and I thought I was swallowing air instead of breathing it. Things were going through my mind that normally wouldn't. I could not enjoy any part of the high. I also noted that I was getting a very strange visual perspective where I could feel the raw energy of 3rd party beings through my eyes, but this was weed...
So I wanted to know, has anyone else ever experienced something with weed, where it just loses it's value, or it's novelty? I can't stand the smell of it, or anything now, and I used to be obsessed. Is there anyway to regain the almost child like innocence the plant used to bear in my mind? Or have I just over used it to the point where it was always scare me? I hope someone can help. I miss the days when I could smoke a bowl, and play some Grand Theft Auto without staring at my wall for an hour and drinking gallons of water to prevent my throat from "burning".
Back in my sophomore year of high school, I first tried weed, and to say the least, it was purely amazing. Before that, I was against highs that didn't involve tripping. My first experience of intoxication EVER was Salvia, then alcohol, and then weed. I discovered what everyone was always talking about. After that first time, I loved it. I started buying at least 3.5-4 grams every week or 2. I was smoking bowls every night. I am definitely not trying to brag, because I do understand there are plenty more people that smoke more than that more often. lol. But to make my point, I was smoking nightly for about a year. Then, I started getting in trouble, but I couldn't stay away. The high made everything better. I was more social, I enjoyed life, I enjoyed everything. Then I took about a year off because I got in so much trouble with my parents, and there was a new testing policy at my job. There was about another year where I was just saving and buying in bulk, but only smoking while drinking at parties. I was the stoner that always brought a jar. Then I saved up for an ounce and a half of Blue Dream for 4/20 in Santa Cruz, and I also dropped about 50mg of 2C-I. That whole day was a blurry, out of body, fucked up trip. I couldn't think, talk, or even attempt to function consciously. I was just watching my body do whatever it wanted to. Then I stopped smoking from April 20th until around halfway through June, where my sister gave me about a quarter ounce. I then dropped about 8mg of DOC, and smoked 3 fat ass joints, and I thought I was going to die. My heart rate went to 210 bpm, and I was blinded by visuals. It was horrifying. At the time, that hell of a trip lasted about 8 or so hours, but to this day, I only remember the first hour or so, and the rest is just a blacked out blur (not healthy, I know). Then, after that experience, I flushed all my weed down the toilet because it just gave me the worst anxiety, and made me feel like I couldn't function on psychedelics as well as I usually can.
I went from mid-June, until August where I started college and smoked weed with some kid on the first weekend. That was the first time I noticed the experience being strange without psychedelics. I didn't talk, and me and the kid ended up watching South Park in my room for a while. Instead of laughing, and enjoying the high, the only thing on my mind was not looking stupid in front of this kid I just met. I just stayed quiet. Then in October, I got weed again, and when I smoked, I just zoned out. Over winter break, I went to my sister's house in Santa Cruz and smoked a bunch while I took 4-AcO-DMT (psilocin), and it was overwhelming. I didn't talk, and I literally went to a visual hell. I felt myself having a heart attack/stroke hybrid, and I was freaking out. I knew the weed was freaking me out because the night before when I used the 4-AcO I was having a blast.
Then, every time I smoked over break, I got anxiety attacks, and I always felt like my throat was tearing and I thought I was swallowing air instead of breathing it. Things were going through my mind that normally wouldn't. I could not enjoy any part of the high. I also noted that I was getting a very strange visual perspective where I could feel the raw energy of 3rd party beings through my eyes, but this was weed...
So I wanted to know, has anyone else ever experienced something with weed, where it just loses it's value, or it's novelty? I can't stand the smell of it, or anything now, and I used to be obsessed. Is there anyway to regain the almost child like innocence the plant used to bear in my mind? Or have I just over used it to the point where it was always scare me? I hope someone can help. I miss the days when I could smoke a bowl, and play some Grand Theft Auto without staring at my wall for an hour and drinking gallons of water to prevent my throat from "burning".
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